Grapes of Wrath

[insidewalkinout]

And always, if he had a little money, a man could get drunk. The hard edges gone, and the warmth. Then there was no loneliness, for a man could people his brain with friends, and he could find his enemies and destroy them. Sitting in a ditch, the earth grew soft under him. Failures dulled and the future was no threat. And hunger did not skulk about

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[sonnidays]

Have you quoted this before? I feel like you have.

[insidewalkinout]

I liked it a lot when I read the book originally, so I might've mentioned it. I just borrowed a copy of Grapes of Wrath from Ben to find this since I wanted to write it down.